At this time, Ding Run suddenly stared at Zu An: "It's just that I doubt whether you have that much money. You are going to die soon, so I can only ask for cash, not to mention asking me to go and find whatever you have hidden.
, I don’t want a trap waiting for me when the time comes.”
Obviously he should have suffered similar losses before, so he has become very cautious now.
"Of course I have the money, but I can only give it to you later, so that I can live a little longer." Zu An said with a smile.
Ding Run shook his head: "Believe me, sometimes living a long time may not be as good as dying happily."
Zu An replied: "I would rather live."
“Forget it, I’ll kill them first, and I’ll kill you after the last one.” After speaking, Ding Run turned to Sang Hong and others, “Master Sang, I’m offended.”
After saying that, the sword flashed and a burst of sword energy struck directly at the two of them.
At this moment, Sang Hong suddenly moved, picked up the iron chain in his hand and faced it, and connected with the opponent's long knife, causing a string of sparks to rub off.
Despite this, the scattered sword energy still split the carriage into four pieces, and a bunch of people fell out.
“The restriction on you has been lifted?” Ding Run held the long knife in his hand, as if it had never been unsheathed.
Sang Hong looked at Huang Huihong who was lying aside and sighed: "I would also like to thank Commander Huang for undoing the restrictions on me before he died."
Ding Run then remembered that just before Huang Huihong died, he seemed to have stretched out his hand in the direction of the carriage. At that time, he thought he was trying to grab something, but now he realized that it was to lift his restraint.
"Then it seems that you just deliberately talked so much with me just to delay time for him to fully recover?" He couldn't help but look at Zu An aside, his face was a little ugly, he didn't expect that he was fooled today.
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Sang Hong also looked at Zu An, with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "I didn't expect you to guess it. Even I admire your quick reaction."
You must know that Huang Huihong had time to release his own restraint before he died. Logically speaking, other than himself, other people should not know.
"I'm just guessing, I'm just lucky," Zu An smiled slightly, and then looked at Ding Run aside, "But our commission is still valid. If we still can't escape death by then, you can go and kill it for me.
The mastermind behind it."
Ding Run sneered: "You are smart, you won't suffer any loss."
Sang Qian looked happy and shouted hurriedly: "Dad, please release the restriction for me quickly."
Unexpectedly, Sang Hong didn't reply, but just stared at Ding Run on the other side.
Zu An snorted at the side: "You are stupid, you are giving away a fight at their level, and your father is now locked by the opponent's Qi machine, so he obviously does not dare to be distracted. You are still shouting at the side.
Call."
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Sang Qian was stunned for a moment, and then he understood. However, after being scolded by him, he was still secretly angry in his heart: Humph, after my father has dealt with Ding Run, and see if I don't skin you and cramp you, then you can vent your hatred.
The anger value from Sang Qian is +792!
Zu An didn't bother to care about him, and his attention was now focused on the two people present.
Ding Run, who was angry at the beginning, has now regained his composure. He looked at Sang Hong and said, "I have heard for a long time that Mr. Sang is an eighth-level master. Today I want to learn from him."
Sang Hong said in a deep voice: "You are very famous in the industry. I heard that an eighth-level practitioner once died in your hands. I guess the eighth-level practitioner is nothing to you."
“It’s still the eighth grade, and it’s much harder to kill than ordinary targets. I’ll have to tell my employer for more money when I get back.” As soon as Ding Run finished speaking, the long sword was unsheathed.
The speed was so fast that others could not clearly see the trajectory of his knife, and could only feel a cold light passing by.
Sang Hong was already on full alert, waving the broken shackles on his hands to greet them. The shackles used by these embroidered messengers to imprison people were made of black iron, and they were quite good as weapons.
The two crossed paths and exchanged positions. This time Ding Run's knife was not put back into the scabbard again, allowing Zu An and others on the side to get a glimpse of the whole scene.
Compared to a normal sword, the blade of his sword is extremely long and narrow, more like the Japanese Japanese sword in the previous life, and even longer than the Japanese sword.
It should be obviously snow-white, but it seems that a faint dark red color can be seen.
The dark red color is not on the surface of the blade. As a swordsman, it is impossible not to wipe his weapon clean.
So the dark red color should have soaked into the blade and become one with it.
When it comes to his profession, it is obviously self-evident what the dark red color is that is so thick that it cannot be removed.
Even though they were at a distance, the murderous aura coming from the blade still sent chills all over the body, and one could even feel a fine and dense sensation of needle pricks on the skin.
Zu An's expression was solemn. This guy had already turned his murderous aura into reality. He had to kill many people to cultivate such a strong murderous aura.
Sang Qian on the side also had an ugly expression. After all, he was considered a master. At this time, he had noticed a cut of about an inch or two on the front of his father's chest. Although it didn't really hurt anything, the contact at that moment clearly hurt his father.
Still fell into a disadvantage.
“Your Excellency, you have such a fast knife.” Sang Hong stared at Ding Run across from him, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn’t need to look to know the condition of his clothes.
Ding Run grinned: "We who work in this industry live a life of licking blood with the blade of a knife. If the knife is not fast, how can we do it? On the other hand, Mr. Sang, you are so pampered and have too few attacks on weekdays. I'm afraid you are no match for me."
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That's not necessarily the case." Sang Hong snorted. In a life-and-death fight, he didn't want to weaken his momentum. He grabbed the chains on both sides with both hands, and a flame suddenly became angry. Soon the flames burned the chains red.
Then he waved the "Fire Whip" with both hands and whipped at the opponent. When he touched him, his beard and hair were all spread out, and the whole person seemed to have an inexplicable power.
Sang Qian clenched his fists tightly and kept cheering for his father.
This was the first time that Zu An saw Sang Hong take action with all his strength. In the past, he was the top leader in Linchuan County. Usually, he did not need to take action personally. Many times, with a little arrangement, there would be countless chess pieces to help him achieve his goals.
Now that they are on the line between life and death, everyone has just remembered that he is also an eighth-level strongman.
“It turns out he is a fire practitioner.” Zu An thought that this was really not in line with Sang Hong’s character. You must know that he has always been calm and quiet, making decisions before taking action, which is completely different from the irritable character of most fire practitioners.
But then I thought about it, Sang Qian is also a fire element. It is normal for father and son to awaken the same element and practice similar techniques.
The only thing that puzzles me is that they are both of the fire element, so why do they have to find Zheng Dan, who is of the water element, to be the wife of the Sang family? Isn't it obvious that fire and water are incompatible?
At this time, Sang Hong's fiery whip shadow was everywhere in the field. He almost hit Ding Run several times, but he narrowly avoided it.
Finally, there was no way to avoid it. He raised his knife to block, and with a bang, he flew backwards several feet away.
Sang Hong did not continue to attack. The violent attack just now had no effect on him. Attacking like that again would be a waste of energy.
"Your attack is over, it's my turn." Ding Run smiled, raised the long knife in front of him, and then lightly flicked the blade with his finger.
The sound is clear and pleasant, and it is obvious that this is a good knife.
No one understands the purpose of flicking the knife. How about showing off his knife?
Only Sang Hong's expression suddenly changed and he hurriedly stepped aside, but it was still a moment too late. A ball of blood mist exploded on his arm, and a long wound appeared on it.
Had he not dodged in time, his entire arm would have been cut off directly.
Invisible sword energy!
Everyone in the field is not mediocre and reacts immediately.
Sang Hong said in a deep voice: "It is said that in the early years, Jiaqian layman played the sword and sang songs with bitter sounds, and the king's family did not agree with him. The world thought that you played the sword and sang songs for your own entertainment, but they did not expect that this was your murder.
trick!"
Ding Run smiled slightly: "It's hard to find good friends in mountains and rivers. I didn't expect Mr. Sang to know so much about Ding's past. In this case, I would like to ask Mr. Sang to comment on my song "Playing Swords and Composing Songs"."
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